Two hours later, Edward Stephens drove to Goldsand Beach Dock.
A few tall Western men in windbreakers stood by the coast. Seeing the black Bentley stop, they walked over from the dock.
"Mr. Stephens," they addressed him in English, "The yacht is ready, the police can be here in half an hour."
Edward stood at the edge of the coast, raised his head to look at the distant pitch-black ocean horizon. The night was dark, the winds strong, cold sea winds lifted the hem of his clothes. His cold, sharp eyes looked towards the direction of the small island, the cigarette clamped between his fingers flickered in the sea breeze. For a moment, he crushed the cigarette and threw it on the ground, speaking: "We’ll go first, no more waiting."
It’s been almost four days, and he had no idea how Daisy Ginger was doing now, or if she was even on that island.
He only knew, he couldn’t afford to wait even a minute.
On the coastline, a streak of golden light peeked from under the sea horizon. It was as if a golden sun was hidden on the dark ocean surface.
In an instant, half the coast was tinted with wine-red, the seawater seemed to transform into some kind of transparent creature, surging waves spreading the glow into the distance.
Ian Linton stood by the window, watching the sunrise for a while, then turned around, walking with light, slow steps towards a bedroom door.
He stood at the door, glancing down at the time, and as the second hand passed twelve, reached out to push the door open.
The bedroom remained suffocating, curtains tightly drawn, no light penetrating in, cloaking the room’s secrets.
Ian walked over, turned on the light, went to the bedside, poured water into a clear glass, then softly said to the curled-up figure in bed, "Director Ginger, get up for some water."
The person slumped on the bed heard the voice and trembled slightly.
She looked as if she had been dragged out from water, her clothes soaked by sweat, strands of hair stuck to her face. Due to severe dehydration, her lips chapped and pale. Overnight, she seemed to have lost several pounds, her entire being withered.
Upon hearing Ian’s voice, Daisy Ginger slowly opened her eyes, overwhelmed by her suffering for too long, she couldn’t even distinguish his voice from Edward Stephens’ anymore, only knowing that whenever there was a sound in the room, the current coursed through her leading her into a pit of agony.
Before her senses could return, her flesh began to tremble first. She slowly retreated, backing into the corner, only then clenching her teeth, raising her head from her tangled, damp hair, looking at the man standing by the bed. For origınal chapters go to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
She had shed so many tears that she felt her vision begin to blur. Ian’s face appeared indistinct in the dim, shaky light, covered by an illusory mist.
Her voice raspy, she could hardly speak properly, only left with a breathy sound.
Ian stood by the bed, impeccably dressed, watching her despair. He whispered softly, "Director Ginger, it’s not dawn yet. If you don’t drink water, you won’t last."
Daisy Ginger trembled uncontrollably, her slight shaking caused the chains on her body to clang lightly in the room, producing faint and fragmented sounds.
Ever since he locked her here, she had to endure an hour-long electric shock every fifteen minutes. No matter how hard she tried to struggle, the electrodes wouldn’t fall off her body, forcing her to endure the full hour!